WANTING

SUMMERY: Kagome is being sent to her father's house in sunny Hollywood for the summer, as he's working on the biggest movie of his directing career. Since her father is so busy she tries to stay out of his way. Which is pretty easy in a house the size of a 16- century castle, but staying out of her dad's way makes it very hard for her to live her own acting dreams. When she's just about to move into her own apartment and star in a Coca-Cola commercial she's ask to be one of the extra's in her dad's movie.

Disclaimer: Oh no not these again, I don't own Inuyasha and never will.

CHAPTER: 1 a beginning

PREFACE

His body was so close to me, I was shivering, my heart picked up speed my body tingled with unleashed excitement. His face was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. For some unknown reason my eyes were close, I couldn't help it, it was like I never had been kissed before. The tension was killing me, I could scream, I felt him lean down and touch his soft lips to my wet damp neck. I was sweating I couldn't believe I was so nervous I was actually misting. The feel of his lips made my heart tingle and as his kisses moved up the flesh of my neck, under them ached with a sweet and sour tang. He traced kisses up my neck and to the broad of my chin. Then I stayed perfectly still…waiting, was he going to do it? Was he going too actually attempt to kiss me? I waited his lips were now directly parallel to mine, his warm breath was breathing warm warnings towards me, and I found that I could hardly wait. I felt my body lean forward to his, waiting for him to finally make his move, the move where his soft tender lips would touch mine. It seemed like hours and days before he'd do it. His hand brushed my hair swiftly to the side, tucking the curly laces towards the back of my ear. Then slowly and hesitantly he reached both hands up, slowly placing them on the frame of my face. And as he paused and surveyed my face I opened my eyes cautiously and looked up, his golden eyes stared down in amusement. I didn't smile back I was to obsess over his eyes, the way they lit up in a dark room, with no essence of light once so ever. It was pitch dark I had forgotten my surroundings, but now I realized exactly where I was, if only for a split second then I looked back at him, his glowing eyes, and I was lost in that same trance, the real world ceased to exist and I was in his arms waiting, then he attempted to do it. His face, his whole being moved forward, and my heart sped up again. Then he gently pushed me back, towards the hard wall, firmly at first before loosening up. Then he took control of my body making sure it worked with his, and then he slowly, but gently made his lips move swiftly closer to mine. I waited his lips seem so close I could move up and capture them, but I couldn't I knew better then to. the moment would last longer if he and I took are time, and right then when his lips should have been one with mine, and the suspense was at its peak, a broad but clear voice signaled over, one word that stopped the scene. "CUT" His hands swiftly eased off my structure. And we stood parallel to each other, I couldn't believe it was over I had waited through the eases the touches every thing, it had just came to an end, he stared at me and I looked deep in to his eyes, or a beginning.

It was cold out side, I couldn't believe it was actually this cold in the middle of summer, in sunny Florida it made no sense. Maybe it was God telling me that leaving my mom was the worse idea I could have had, or maybe I was just over reacting.

I had been over reacting these last days, I didn't even have to stock all my crap in my suit cases, the maids did it, and I still worried about stupid things. My mom told me I was just nervous about the trip, but I knew it was some thing more, I always thought it was because of the sudden adventure. I never really got out much, I was home schooled by tutors from first grade up to 12th. But now all of a sudden I was going to go all the way to California on an airplane, I've never even been two inches from a plane my whole life, and now for the first time I was going to ride in one. I was lucky I was only nervous instead of having a seizure.

The wind once again shifted my curly locks, and I went back to my previous wonderment. Why was it so cold? I had started feeling the summer air in February, and now I was feeling winter in the middle of June. this was absolutely crazy, winter in Florida was more like spring, and spring was more like beginning of summer, and summer was more like scorching hot then the usual temperature in a state like, I don't know Virginia. So now you can see why I thought it weird to be so cold.

My mom finally did some thing about it, getting one of those guys to pick the luggage up, and escort it to what ever the hell they did with the stuff you brought, I'd be the last to know. After that every thing went smoothly and too fast for even me, and I was always in a hurry. Before I knew it, I was getting shooed on to the plain. I starred down towards her from the window, and she looked as if she was crying, her hand held against her forehead her eyes shut. I stared through my window, and even I started to feel bead, it felt as if it was my entire fault. I knew she'd say it wasn't, say that it would be her fault if I was to stay with her, grandpa, and Souta, and not live out all my dreams. She had begged me to stay all last night, and I told her I couldn't, how was I too, when her fiancé Alford was getting in my way. Don't get me wrong, I liked Alford, it was just that he had his own dreams of being in the NBA, and he traveled around a lot I wasn't going to get a step farther if I couldn't stay put. So I thought it be smart to pay a visit to my dad, he of coarse was over flowed with happiness.

Every thing seemed to fit like a puzzle, with me and my farther, he was a famous director, and I wanted, so desperately to be an actress. I guess I just took after him. Since I was a little a kid, I'd always wanted to be that little girl, over there on T.V. acting as if she had a crush on that boy, or that girl acting as if that was her dog, or… It didn't even matter I knew that's what I always wanted to do, but now it was different. You could watch a million love stories on TV the guy usually get the girl, ext, ext. Even though most romances are a repeat, you always get caught in them, you want to see how the guy falls for the girl, or is he really in to the mom, or the best friend.

I remember sitting on the chair waiting for Mr. Daniels to finish grading my paper and go home, he was the last tutor of the day, and he also marked the beginning of summer vacation, he then told me about my diploma and how he was going to mail it, and all that, I just wanted him to leave. Then in that old man knows best kind of way, he knelt down and said "I hope you live out your Vacation." Now you probably thinking, so what that's not special, but to me it was like a warning, telling me to live out my dreams or it'll be too late.

There's only two things I remember Mr. Daniels telling me before the end of class and it's that live out thing, and one more he made me write the word wanting, over and over again, I didn't know why and now I can't say I do. But he also told me to define it. Of course I said something like "to like some thing in grasp" and then he says "correct" and leaves, it made no sense, but I took it. I didn't really concern my self in the bull crap he some times spit out, but I wanted to define "Wanting" so badly. Something told me I could only if I did what I wanted.

Any way after that I decided to write three things that I really "wanted" to do in my life and those three things are: 1. live out all my dreams. 2. Make my own money. And 3. Fall in love. Like one of those movies I've watched, so much, I remember putting a star around number 3 and hoping that if 1, and 2 didn't happen, I would still get 3, because in my eyes 3 was the greatest. So that's why this summer, was the summer I'd complete that list.

Flight from Florida to California wasn't that bad, apparently, because I slept through most of it. And only awoken when they told us about the landing, I couldn't shake that thought that Mr. Daniels' said, but I manage to shake it. I knew my mom would still be sad once she arrived back to her home, but it that didn't seem in my grasp. I got up and grabbed my spring jacket, and my knapsack and lift the plane in the same droopy person after person fashion, every one else was going through. I stepped of the steps and in to a long hall and fallowed every one else. There were kids crying for there parents and delusional old people tripping around, trying to find which family they came from, just like the movies.

The hall seem to stress forever, but it seemed to some how come to an end, and the smell of sickness, stale peanuts, and airplane apple juice faded away, taking it's place was the crisp smell of fast food, and mints. I looked around it being my first time on a plane I didn't know what the hell was going on, I tried to picture my farther in that old winter cap and leather jacket searching the mobs of people for me, but as soon as I looked up that image faded. Standing there was a tall bald headed man in a black tux. Holding a huge sign with my name on it, and for some reason a pain stabbed my heart, I missed him and wouldn't mind seeing him at first glance, but I was use to limos.

I try to give a grin to the man, as I tracked through the masses to get to him. He smiled and put the sign down, he reached over to grab my knapsack and I backed up. He nodded once. "Your father is in the limo, we've been waiting hours for you." He had a thick accent from some country, but I didn't know where. "Can I get you jacket?" he asked I nodded and handed it to him. And we walked towards the moving bags. He waited and picked up each bag before dropping it in what I liked to call a scooter pad. We walked quietly away, but I couldn't help, but to stay one step farther then him even though I didn't know where we were going. I just wanted to see my dad. I wasn't going to act this excited when I finally got to see him, but I could picture him with some faded jeans and a soccer t-shirt taking care of business on a hand less phone. He'd be so excited to see me he'd hang up the phone on who ever he was talking to, and hug me 18 times, each one for each year I've been on this earth for.

I hadn't realized I was jogging till the man told me to slow down, and that he couldn't keep up with the luggage. I blushed scarlet, and did what he said for me to do. I was now power jogging toward the entrance, and I slowly began to walk so he could get in front of me, and show me the way. The limo of coarse was right in front of the air port. And before we opened the door he looked each way cautiously.

Then he held the door open and I walked out, he sped out after opening the door quickly and, all but shoving me in to the limo and closing the door.

Waiting in the seat beside me wasn't a t-shirt, faded jeans wearing dad, instead in his place was a black tuxedo, man with a head full of black curly hair, with gray spikes at each side, his eyes were cheerful, but there wasn't a real smile printed in his familiar features, both arms were opened waiting to take in his daughter. I smiled widely and gave in to his full embrace.

"So" he said not bothering counting down all the hugs like he used to. "How is school, aren't you in the 10th, grade, your mom told me you were moving on up." No wonder he didn't count out the hugs he probably thought I was still 16.

"Dad I've already graduated and I've never been to school." I frowned gently, and turned in my seat, so I was facing forward, what the hell happen to him, it had only been two years. If he couldn't remember that much, and I was suppose to be his favorite kid out of 2 kids then I wonder if he remembered his second kids name. I had pictured the dad from two years and before, when he used to fly down to Florida each holiday. I had forgotten for the last 2 years for each holiday he said he couldn't make it.

"Wow I was way off" He said lying back in his seat; he didn't think I noticed the fact that he was surveying me. Making sure I had no extra fat, any pimples on the side of my face. Making sure I didn't get that bony nose that usually ran in his family, and once he was done, like the jerk he was he'd tell me; tell me every little blemish he'd had come across. My mom said he was the star of that while they were dating up to the marriage.

I waited, was he going to comment about the black dots of freckles starting at the bone of my nose, and fading at the top of my cheeks. Or the round dimples that were so big you could swim in them. Or the curly mass of hair stringed around my shoulders and waved down against my back. He did this cause he was use to it, any women hoping to play in his movie had to be perfect for the part, and apparently I had to be perfect for the part of being his daughter, how exciting.

I flinched as his survey came to an end, I knew he had something to say about my body I wasn't exactly athletic, I has slender, and there wasn't a speck of fat any where on my body, but there wasn't any muscle either. My arms were pretty much skin and bones, the only place that even had meat on it at all had to be my legs, since the only place fat stored, when it did store was my ass area. I wasn't a sky scraper either; I was about 5'5. And all together I was about 118. The doctors say I'm perfect. But apparently didn't see the work I needed.

"Wow you look nothing like your mother." My dad said with a shocked smile on his face. "You're not even like her." I didn't know if that was a compliment, or an insult, my mom was a very pretty woman, yet my dad had found a lot of bad in her.

"Yeah," I said with a smile "I'm starting to believe I'm adopted." The same ole dad I could talk with for hours was only reduced with a few cheesy lines and a few side glances, now that was "wow." I really did consider being adopted, for the following reasons, I had blue eyes no one in both sides of my family had blue eyes. My shape is totally different then my moms. And I have a mass of curly locks, my mom defiantly didn't and doesn't.

"Now I wouldn't go that far," He said smiling apparently he liked the way I turned out, I was so glad I got the part. "You have certain characteristics." I wanted him to tell me each one of those "characteristics" because I couldn't name one, my mom didn't even have pitch black hair, my grand pa always says it's because there's a great power stirring in me and it effects my physical traits as well. I know it's a heap of bull sitting on the side of the road on a warm day; I always ignored him and his "little" tails.

"Thanks dad, but I'm okay, with the fact that you won't tell me anything about my adoption that's alright I'll get over it." I said stirring in my seat uncomfortably waiting for him to stop talking and ignore me like I was trying to do. Then the car came to a stop at the head of a giant gate apparently I was at my dad's mansion.

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